My name is Elena. My brothers (I have five of them. FIVE.) nicknamed me Elena the Paina because I happen to have a temper. Mom says I am getting better, but you never know.
I love all the animals I live with, books, and (although when I am supposed to be doing school its a nusiance.) daydreaming. I love God, and all my family, and all of my awesome friends.

And I laughed uproariously while dad stared at me like I grew an extra head.

I felt kind of bad afterwards, cause I love deer.

And the day before I had seen three of them standing in the field with a slight mist. Perfect picture.

I also saw a Coyote carrying something dead near Trussler road.

I'm talking to YOU, Nicole. Keep your eyes open.

Not only do I laugh at dead things in funny positions, I laugh at other peoples pain.

Like somebody being an idiot and falling off a bike. Or showing off and falling on their butt on a skateboard.

Or Tiana heaving to much on a bin and being crushed by it. Her matter of fact "Help." When I found her was too much. I nearly peed myself laughing. I helped her up right away, but I think the person in there with us was having trouble keeping a straight face.

Me and Tiana are stared at a lot. Its not everyday you see two girls moving big bins and laughing hysterically.

I wonder at myself when ever I see a flat pigeon on the highway and point and laugh, because someday P.E.T.A. and the Po Po are gonna chase me down, hogtie me, and drag me to an asylum. But until then, I'm going to point at every dead thing, every stupid person, And every crushed relative I have to rescue.